I have been acquainted with Alexander Konoplev for quite a few years already and I am always glad to meet him, snatching a minute or two from everyday activities or not so frequent moments of rest. This young man takes the imagination and always captures my attention entirely, striking his versatility of views and the free flight of thought. In addition, he is always on the lookout for some new story relating either to himself or to one of the common old acquaintances or friends.

He usually tells his stories over a beer, somewhere in the tennis corner of the park, and his speech flows smoothly and colorfully, restoring the past as if it happened only yesterday or a few weeks ago.

Even today, having spent the tormentingly hot hours of the midday heat in the shadow of the alleys and enjoying the taste of incomparable Alma-Ata beer, we were both satisfied, went ashore to the park pond, hoping to rent a boat and relax a little on the water surface, rolling past idly reeling along coast, resting on Saturday evening citizens.

Suddenly my attention was attracted by a young couple, somehow majestically and smoothly, with a sense of dignity and emphatically politely, passing by those who were crowded in a queue who wanted to ride nearby attractions. Two children, a boy of 6-7 years old and a golden-haired girl of about 5 years of age, were holding the hands of their happy parents. Indeed, this couple was significantly different from the masses of people in their appearance and well-groomed, sense of calmness and confidence, besides judging by the whiteness of their skin, it was immediately possible to guess the visitors. Unexpectedly for me, the young man turned in our direction and waved his smile broadly, recognizing an old acquaintance in Sasha. Coming closer, Sasha introduced me as his friend and we exchanged courtesies, calling our names. The beautiful woman was called Lena, and her husband, Alexey, and I found out that they were passing through Alma-Ata, wanting to visit Lena's relatives in Taldy-Kurgan, and that the tickets were bought the next day, but today, they decided to entertain the kids and went to the old park show them the places of our youth - after all, we grew up here, swam with children in a park pond, and kissed in the bushes that grew abundantly at night:

They spoke with Sasha in their own way and it was felt that there was a lot of life behind it. After talking about this and that, the topics quietly dried up and the conversation began to fade. Still, with a sense of proportion and distance, the majestic couple withdrew, drawn by a crowd of people on the waiting list, and we stayed with Alexander away from the hustle and bustle.

“And you know Ivan, in the history of their marriage there is a certain zest,” my friend said thoughtfully, as if reliving the events that he had intended to tell me about. We again occupied a cozy table in a restaurant, and Sasha began his story on behalf of Alexei:

Vacation at the faculty of directing skills began tomorrow and Alyosha used every opportunity to get a ticket home to Almaty by this date. Fortunately, his parents were already waiting at home, and his friends were looking forward to his appearance with Moscow news and jokes. The plane arrived as usual on a schedule early in the morning and ahead, Alyosha had a whole day of all sorts of visits and meetings, conversations and contracts on the phone about the upcoming joint pastime. The parental home greeted him joyfully and affably, the present Alma-Ata summer stood outside when it was no longer possible to be in the open sun during the day, but the May greens had not yet dried out in the exhausting heat and the shadow was delightfully cool and sweetly lazy: almost immediately upon arrival, he will receive a gift - a ticket to the tourist area on the shores of Issyk-Kul, which is in neighboring Kyrgyzstan, for a week - one and a half, and that this year there will open a lot of “wild” student camps from about Kazakhstan. So to relax among young people, gain strength and health, he had a great opportunity. The most pleasant was also the fact that on this trip he would be accompanied and supposedly taken care of, his beloved friend, Sasha Konoplev.Parents knew Sasha as more independent in life than their children and always gladly let their son go to their joint absences, knowing that Alexander, being physically stronger and healthier, would be able to stand not only for himself but also for his sidekick. And now, having seized the moment, the father took Sasha to the side and confidentially asked him to look after his son in the camp - so that he would not get in touch with some little girl of easy virtue and would not do anything in a temper, seizing liberty from parental care. Of course, Sasha gave his consent and the parents calmed down, not returning more to this topic.

With a sense of pride, my father presented Alexis with a gift - new imported trunks, brought from Spain by some of his colleagues who had recently traveled to this country to shoot another documentary. Leshka immediately did not fail to fasten them and spun in front of the mirror, with pleasure looking around at their fair cut, gracefully emphasizing his manhood and slender youthful figure. We left quite early on the bus, knowing that it would be necessary to be on the road for about six hours, taking with you all the food and some bottles of beer. Blue Issyk-Kul met them affably in the evening twilight, and the boys rather quickly found the tents of the tourist camp of the sports institute where they were to live for the next two weeks. The people were not very many and the tents were offered double and quadruple - to choose from. Our heroes quickly settled for the night, deciding to get acquainted with the beach in the morning, as they were tired from the road and they needed to eat even more after traveling. At night, they were woken up by a guitar chime and songs of restless youth - students from different universities, creating an atmosphere of romantic adventures and opportunities to make acquaintances, without hesitating the usually restraining environment of the constant presence of their elders. Waking up early in the morning and quickly dressed for the beach, both of our friends headed towards the bay on a sandy shallow, where they settled on a bedded blanket near the water, splashing gently and gently, inviting for swimming and bathing. Nearby was a small group of young boys and girls, laughing merrily at all their playful tricks. Both guys with a run-up plunged into the cool-invigorating water and Sashko immediately broke off at a considerable distance from Alexei, who knew how to float, but had never participated in races or any competitions - the Alma-Ata lack of water spaces, where you can usually learn well and swim fast. Having sailed a short distance, Alyosha rather quickly got tired without training and turned back to the shore in shallow water, where teenagers had already frolicked, standing in the water across the chest and throwing each other a rubber car camera - a kind of swimming life preserver.

Coming out of the water on his knee, he looked in which direction he should go to get to his place with a spread blanket and saw a familiar group of young people with the ball very much headed towards them, but a sudden shyness - the defiant chuckle from the teenagers made him pause .

- Look guys, well, swimming trunks! Ha ha ha! You could have absolutely nothing to wear! - and the whole band began to loudly giggle, stare towards Alyosha ...

With astonishment, he looked at himself and found that his swimming trunks, his new swimming trunks suddenly became completely transparent, having lost their pale blue color and it was possible to look through the thin glass to look at the smallest details of hidden intimate places - white buttocks, delicate skin in the lower abdomen, hair on pubic and shaggy testicles, on top of which, treacherously turning pink and peeking out from under the skin the head of his member: In horror, Lesha plopped down on the warm sand, trying to hide behind the sand grains sticking to his wet body and ...